Hungry feels good,
deep in my stomach making snide
comments about my lost feelings of
love & lust.
Hungry laughs
as my love & lust die,
burning out and floating up
through my heart to my head
where they Rest In Peace.
Hungry stays (he never dies)
lingering in dark corners
where i can’t reach him.
i don’t want to.
his growls echo
through the hollow hallways
of my body,
yearning to be listened to.
i always do.
i give in to his demand to be fed on
all of my courage
and confidence
until i have none left.
i allow myself to hear
the growling requests for food.
he promises it will make me
feel full,
whole.
he always lies.